Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	great_a	know_v	see_v	5,670	5	3.0830	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A66757	Joco-serio. Strange news, of a discourse between two dead giants expressed in an epigram, to one inquisitive for news, and was composed by occasion of a scurrilous pamphlet, entituled, A dialogue between Colbrant and Brandamore, the two giants in Guild-hall London. Which pamphlet was not only intended to abuse this author, and some particular persons by name, but the said city also, in the late election of their Parliamentary Members. Thereto is added an antidote against all ill news whatsoever, which proving effectual to many lately reputed phanaticks, may possibly be vertual to some other. Jeers will be self-condemned, and stingless if contemned. G. W.	Wither, George, 1588-1667.	1661 (1661)	Wing W3164; ESTC R222291	2,941	10

JOCO-SERIO STRANGE NEWS OF A DISCOURSE BETWEEN Two dead Giants expressed in an Epigram to one Inquisitive for News and was composed by occasion of a scurrilous Pamphlet ENTITULED A DIALOGUE BETWEEN COLBRANT and BRANDAMORE The two Giants in Guild-hall London Which Pamphlet was not only intended to abuse this Author and some particular persons by name but the said City also in the late Election of their Parliamentary MEMBERS Thereto is added an Antidote against all Ill News whatsoever which proving effectual to many lately reputed Phanaticks may possibly be vertual to some other Jeers will be self-condemned And sting less if contemned G. W. London Printed 1661. JOCO-SERIO Strange News of a Discourse between two dead Giants expressed in an Epigram to one inquisitive for News and was composed by occasion of a scurrilous Pamphlet entituled A Dialogue between COLBRANT and BRANDAMORE the two Giants in Guild-hall LONDON c. FRiend there is now no Good news to be had And I intend to publish none that 's bad For as Affairs yet stand it may be treason To speak the Truth if spoken out of season And though in season spoken he that speaks it May suffer by his folly who mistakes it Yet now I think upon 't a little scrap I met withall this morning by meer hap Which may be safely told for nor to State Or Church but to my self it doth relate And it hath made me smile with scorn to see What heed Great men begin to take of me The Lord Mayor some Aldermen have known me Long time yea men of all degrees do own me With good respect for whose esteem I care And some who of the best Extraction are But that 's no News or none at least compar'd To that which now shall be to thee declar'd For be it known that though obscurely born I am now honor'd with a Publick scorn Divulg'd in print as if reputed one Who hath deserved to be thought upon Among those persons who are in these times Renowned for those Vertues or those Crimes Which in this Age must punishment receive Or honour and next Age their judgement have When they who are no parties in the cause Shall judge men both by Gods Natures Laws Mean while their censures must be undergone Who neither know me nor what I have done For they who never heard of me who never Did see me nor shall hear of me for ever Take notice of me to my wonderment And not a little to my good content Since peradventure it may shortly bring My person to be known unto the King Who if he truly know me would conceive That usefully to serve him I might live Although traduc'd I am by some of them Who in another mode have served him If thou hast read in Legends heretofore Of big-bon'd COLBRANT and great BRANDAMORE The Giants in GVILD-HAL be pleas'd to know That in a Dialogue betwixt those two My name is mention'd with as much applause As I could wish from Champions of that Cause For which they stand and to as good effect As I can possibly from those expect Of whom I never yet much notice took And to whom in my life I never spoke These two Goliahs things as big almost As he who once defied Israels Host And had his Cockscomb crackt by little David Because himself so rudely he behaved These Ascaparts forsooth I know not how Pretend to be of my acquaintance now And this is such a Novelty to me That I have sent the same as News to thee For News it is to me and strange News too That BUGGS with whom I never had to do Should shew themselves in my Affairs as witty As in the great Concernments of their City Where they have had a place to them assign'd At Publick meetings now time out of minde T is News to me that creatures of their frame To any purpose should repeat my name Since probably they do not know their own But are the greatest Block-heads in the Town Except it be those foolish Pamphleters That use to write such Dialogues as theirs Or base Invectives tending to th' increase Of Discord by the breach of civil peace And who mens honest fames to overthrow Shoot poysoned Arrows from an unseen bow For these are much more blockish and this Nation Will never thrive whilst these have toleration However this perhaps forewarn me may That some as mighty and as wise as they Will mention me ere long to worse effect And with a more malicious dis-respect Than these Detractors hitherto have done Though me they seem not yet to think upon But be it as it must be Scorns and Jeers Have hung so long as Jewels at mine ears That whether my Reproach be less or greater I shall my self esteem nor worse nor better For what by others is done spoke or thought Whilst I think speak and do the things I ought He that takes heed what to himself relates Needs not care what the world without him prates This is my best News at this present time That which it wants in Reason take in Rime Farewel A Postscript BUt take this Post script too which whilsta taper One lights to seal it shall fill up this paper Know this was not intended to Retort Or Vindicate but only writ in sport He that asperseth me himself doth hide Like those Bandetti by the high-way side Who cowardly do shoot unseen and flay Before they dare to seize upon their prey Yet though I knew him I have lately got So tride a Charm against all Paper-shot That onely smiling on him with disdain To let him know he shoots at me in vain I scarcely should by way of complement Spare him so many words as Marshal spent On his Traducer when this Verse he flung him Nos ab hac scabie tenemus unguem Whose sense is in the Language of this Isle To scratch this SCAB my nail I 'le not defile Know also that the Cause I do not dread Those fearful Rumours which are lately spread Is not for that I think or do fore-see Such things are things impossible to be For when I heed that still the self-same path Is trodden which an evil tendance hath And that most men rush forward in that Round Wherein their Predecessors ruine found When I perceive the Vices heretofore Not onely to be still the same but more That nor GODS Judgements nor his Mercies whether Past present single or joyn'd both together Regarded seem nor wholsome counsels given By men or timely warnings daign'd from heaven But that still wicked wishes hellish prayers Revengeful Projects Jealousies Despairs And cursed speakings daily aggravate That Animosity and secret hate Which at the first begun our sad Distractions And are fomented still in several Factions Through that neglect of Justice and Compassion Which might effect true Reconciliation I fear what may to other men befall But fear not in my own respect at all Because that whereto things now feared tend Have brought my hopes already to an end As they concern this world except refin'de GOD shall restore them when they are calcin'd The Rumors which I hear to me seem toyes Like Squibs and Crackers which affrighten boyes For his Protection I am sheltred under Who speaks in love ev'n when he speaks in thunder His Judgements are upon us but the flame Will burn them who are kindling of the same For by the paths which I see by them trod I finde our Foes are not the friends of GOD And that when all our dross away is fum'd They shall be purged too or else consum'd He that secures me will secure all those Who shall their confidence in him repose No cause have any men to fear ill tidings Who underneath GODS Umbrage have abidings For whatsoe're succeeds yea come what will It comes to them for Good and not for Ill. That will new-make them which their foes destroies Disgrace shall honor them grief bring them joyes Ev'n Death it self shall be true lifes possessing And ev'ry Curse be turn'd into a Blessing Then all we have to do is down to sit Beneath this shade all things to GOD commit Pray to him for our selves our friends and foes And praise him heartily for all he does If this be done we shall be free from fears Although the world doth all it can or dares G. W. FINIS